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The
trees
were
so
thick
he
could
n't
see
where
Snape
had
gone
.
He
flew
in
circles
,
lower
and
lower
,
brushing
the
top
branches
of
trees
until
he
heard
voices
.
He
glided
toward
them
and
landed
noiselessly
in
a
towering
beech
tree
.
He
climbed
carefully
along
one
of
the
branches
,
holding
tight
to
his
broomstick
,
trying
to
see
through
the
leaves
.
Below
,
in
a
shadowy
clearing
,
stood
Snape
,
but
he
was
n't
alone
.
Quirrell
was
there
,
too
.
Harry
could
n't
make
out
the
look
on
his
face
,
but
he
was
stuttering
worse
than
ever
.
Harry
strained
to
catch
what
they
were
saying
.
"
...
d-don
'
t
know
why
you
wanted
t-t-to
meet
here
of
all
p-places
,
Severus
...
"
"
Oh
,
I
thought
we
'd
keep
this
private
,
"
said
Snape
,
his
voice
icy
.
"
Students
are
n't
supposed
to
know
about
the
Sorcerer
's
Stone
,
after
all
.
"
Harry
leaned
forward
.
Quirrell
was
mumbling
something
.
Snape
interrupted
him
.
"
Have
you
found
out
how
to
get
past
that
beast
of
Hagrid
's
yet
?
"
"
B-b-but
Severus
,
I
--
"
"
You
do
n't
want
me
as
your
enemy
,
Quirrell
,
"
said
Snape
,
taking
a
step
toward
him
.
"
I-I
do
n't
know
what
you
--
"
